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I am posting tomorrow myself btw.
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I would like to set up an RP involving Analeigh though Tasia also sounds interesting. I have some basic ideas for plot arcs, though no in depth details.
Took some time to clean up my post, I felt like I had typed that up while drunk or something. Should be a much better read now.
Holy shit all that art. So nicely drawn I wish I kept practising myself.
Chest heaving Marcus stood quietly at attention as the times were read off. He winced slightly when he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, but kept quiet. The teachers appeared to be the sort to respond to so much as a toe put out of line. So while his ribs painfully protested at movement there was nary a peep from the young officer. As it was the manifestation of his Aura allowed for an artificially calm expression to hide his discomfort. Were it not for his soul energy nursing and protecting his still healing bones, he would have forfeit before even attempting the obstacle course.
As Marcus grabbed a rifle and made sure it was still unloaded, he glanced at the newcomer who asked for a ride.
"Sorry. I'm not allowed to use it for this lesson. You would if I could though." he replied.
"You a transfer? Don't recognise your face." he asked. It was the same with that young lady in the other class. Was there some change to the schedule he wasn't aware of? Were these all that were left of a third class and as such mixed in with the more complete classes?
“Oh, and Shiro? Four minute one.” he rasped. Damn, his ribs ached.
“Your time, four minute one.” Marcus clarified further. He caught that the teacher apparently was too busy shouting at the others to hear the faunus’ request. Marcus himself had surreptitiously kept track of the other times as well so he could see where in the pack he himself fell, before Rowan called them out for all to hear.
“Bet you I can do better at the range though.” he added. It was more a statement of fact than a boast. The range rifle was the same design he used prior to constructing the Unsubtle. It had an iron sight adjustment that went up to 2 miles, and Marcus had actually tried it. Successfully. Of course to compensate it was so heavy that dropping it ten feet made the rifle more or less as lethal as the bullets it fired. Five feet with the broadsword masquerading as bayonet attached.
As Marcus grabbed a rifle and made sure it was still unloaded, he glanced at the newcomer who asked for a ride.
"Sorry. I'm not allowed to use it for this lesson. You would if I could though." he replied.
"You a transfer? Don't recognise your face." he asked. It was the same with that young lady in the other class. Was there some change to the schedule he wasn't aware of? Were these all that were left of a third class and as such mixed in with the more complete classes?
“Oh, and Shiro? Four minute one.” he rasped. Damn, his ribs ached.
“Your time, four minute one.” Marcus clarified further. He caught that the teacher apparently was too busy shouting at the others to hear the faunus’ request. Marcus himself had surreptitiously kept track of the other times as well so he could see where in the pack he himself fell, before Rowan called them out for all to hear.
“Bet you I can do better at the range though.” he added. It was more a statement of fact than a boast. The range rifle was the same design he used prior to constructing the Unsubtle. It had an iron sight adjustment that went up to 2 miles, and Marcus had actually tried it. Successfully. Of course to compensate it was so heavy that dropping it ten feet made the rifle more or less as lethal as the bullets it fired. Five feet with the broadsword masquerading as bayonet attached.
I just realised Marcus still technically has three broken ribs. Oops.
Should I let him continue on until this is discovered by the teachers?
Should I let him continue on until this is discovered by the teachers?
Writing post at this very moment.
I believe that was a joke? Not sure myself honestly.
I want to post but I can't seem to squeeze out more than basically 'And then Marcus stood at attention because he was too afraid to put so much as a toe out of line'.
Esther and Rowan be scary yo.
Esther and Rowan be scary yo.
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